All Chapters of They Will All Bow To Me!: Chapter 111
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Chapter 111
Celia slowed her breathing as she reached the next corner, fingers tightening around the folded map Adrian had given her. Her heart was still racing, but she forced herself to focus. One wrong turn, one careless sound, and everything Michael and the others were risking would be wasted. She checked the markings again. Left… Then straight… Then the exit. She nodded to herself and stepped forward. The moment she turned the corner, her excitement betrayed her. She didn’t look ahead. A shadow moved, and before she could react, cold metal pressed against her forehead. “Don’t move.” Celia froze. The guard stood barely a meter away, rifle steady, finger resting far near the trigger. His eyes narrowed as he took her in, recognition flashing across his face. “You…” He said. “You’re the hostage.” Celia swallowed, then did the only thing she could think of, she lunged. Her hands knocked the rifle upward just as it fired, the shot tearing into the ceiling. She screamed as she slammed her s
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Michael did his best to keep fighting, but Victor did not go easy on him, not for a second. Every strike Victor threw carried terrifying weight. His fists slammed into Michael’s guard like sledgehammers, rattling his bones and forcing air from his lungs. Michael’s vision blurred at the edges, sweat and blood stinging his eyes as he staggered backward again and again. He refused to fall, even when his legs trembled and his arms felt like dead weight. Somewhere far from the estate now, Celia was already being taken away in a car, escorted through dark roads to safety. She didn’t know the details of what was happening behind her, only that Michael was still there, still fighting. Her hands were clasped tightly in her lap, lips moving silently as she prayed over and over for him to survive. Back under the floodlights, Michael sucked in a harsh breath. His chest burned. His ribs screamed. His body begged him to stop. But he wouldn’t. “I’m not done.” He muttered, more to himself than an
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Michael tried to sit up, to stand, to go to Adrian, but his body refused him. The moment he shifted his weight, pain tore through his ribs and spine, sharp and merciless. His vision dimmed and he let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding, dropping back against the cold ground. Barry steadied him immediately, pressing a hand to his shoulder. “Don’t.” Barry said firmly. “You’ve done enough.” Michael clenched his jaw in frustration. His eyes stayed fixed on Adrian, who stood a short distance away, the rifle now lowered, his posture rigid as if the weight of what he’d just done hadn’t fully settled yet. Adrian turned and noticed Michael trying to move. He walked over, stopping just out of arm’s reach. “Easy…” He said. “You look like you’re about to collapse again.” Michael forced out a dry laugh. “I’ve… Been worse.” Adrian huffed quietly, then glanced toward the dark road beyond the estate walls, the direction Celia had been taken. “She’s already far from here. She aske
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“The signs were always there.” Celia said quietly as she placed the medical kit on the nightstand. She had just finished changing Michael’s bandages, her movements were now careful and practiced after three days of doing the same routine over and over. White gauze wrapped around his ribs and shoulder, faint stains marking where the wounds were still healing. He looked better than the first night they brought him back, less pale and more alert, but the stiffness in his posture and the way he exhaled through clenched teeth when he moved said everything words didn’t. It had been three days since Celia’s rescue. Three days since the chaos at the Blackwood estate, since blood stained marble and grass, since gunfire and screams and the sound of a life ending. Three days since they had returned to the cabin on the outskirts of the city, the same one that once felt like a temporary hideout, now reduced to a place of recovery because they no longer had a home in the heart of the city to ret
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The cabin was quieter than usual, the kind of quiet that settled into the bones rather than the ears. Richard and Adrian sat on opposite ends of the couch, bodies angled away from each other, arms folded tight across their chests. The tension between them was almost visible, thick as smoke. Neither man seemed willing to be the first to relax, let alone acknowledge the other. It was Richard who broke the silence, glancing around the room with mild curiosity. “So this is the cabin Monica mentioned.” He said evenly. “Neat.” Michael, Barry, and Celia exchanged brief looks. None of them had expected these two to show up, all the way from the heart of the city at that. After everything that had happened, the last thing Michael wanted was more variables he couldn’t control. Adrian shifted in his seat, clearly irritated by the awkwardness. He exhaled sharply and finally spoke. “Fine. We were concerned, okay?” He said, his voice a little too defensive. “You all seemed to be going through
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Adrian and Richard were still frozen at the mention of the name Scofield. For a few seconds, the cabin felt smaller, the air heavier, as if the walls themselves were pressing in on them. Richard was the first to move. He stood up so abruptly that his side of the couch shifted back on the wooden floor. “No.” He said, shaking his head once, firmly, as if trying to physically shake the words out of the room. “I get that you’re in a desperate position right now, Michael, but lying about something like this?” He let out a short, humorless laugh. “I suggest you stop it.” Adrian remained seated, but his expression had hardened. Gone was the casual arrogance, replaced by something closer to disbelief mixed with irritation. “Do you have any idea what you’re risking by throwing that name around?” His eyes locked onto Michael. “The Scofields aren’t some bedtime story. That name alone weighs more than every powerful family in this city combined.” Barry scoffed, stepping forward. “Hey, who sai
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Gerald rose slowly from his chair, the faint scrape of wood against stone echoing through the study like a verdict being passed. “You see…” He said calmly, adjusting the cuffs of his coat, “Your mother and I have known all along. Even the elders.” His sharp gaze finally lifted to meet Mira’s. “Who exactly did you think you were fooling?” He asked, with his tone slightly amused. Mira stumbled back a step, her confidence shattering in an instant. Her mouth opened, but the words tangled in her throat, refusing to come out in any coherent order. “I- He didn't- I was just-” “Hush, little one.” He said gently. Mira gulped hard. Her soul almost leaving her body. “But don’t worry.” Gerald continued, keeping up his gentle tone, which somehow made it worse. “You’ll get what you’re looking for.” He paused deliberately. “If Michael doesn’t make it back, that is.” Her breath caught painfully, like the air had been ripped from her lungs. “I know about your little plan too.” He went on, circl
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Richard repeated slowly, as if tasting the words, “Sparring partners.” “Yes.” Michael replied casually, “Just this one time. I haven't had proper training in a long time, I need something to get my blood pumping.” Richard let out a short scoff and tilted his head. “You think you can take us both?” Michael’s lips curved, not quite a smile. “Well, I hope not. It wouldn’t be fun if I could beat you two up at the same time.” That did it. Richard reached up, slid his glasses off, and folded them with care before setting them on a nearby stump. He gently took off his jacket and draped it beside them, then rolled his sleeves up, revealing forearms already marked with faint scars, old reminders of a life that hadn’t been nearly as clean as his tailored suits suggested. “Ready when you are.” He said, all humor gone, his voice sharp with intent. Adrian cracked his neck once, then twice, before pulling off his outer sweater and tossing it aside. “Don’t say we didn’t warn you.” The two me
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That same night, Mira requested that her parents and the Scofield elders gather in the council room. The summons alone was enough to unsettle them. One by one, the elders arrived, their expressions guarded, their steps measured. Cristy followed shortly after, her brow knit with worry, fingers clasped tightly together. Gerald arrived last, he said nothing. When Mira entered, the room seemed to be still. She stood at the center, posture straight, chin lifted, her expression carefully curated into something calm… Almost smug. One of the elders cleared his throat. “This is… Sudden, Lady Mira. May we ask the purpose of this gathering?” Mira smiled. Without answering, she reached into her robe and produced a thick, aged book bound in black leather and etched with silver runes, the Scofield Rule Book. Gasps rippled through the room. Even some of the elders leaned forward instinctively. “You’re making a mistake.” Mira said coolly. “All of you.” She flipped the book open with practiced
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The two men didn’t rush them. They didn’t shout threats or lunge forward like amateurs. Instead, they stood there calmly, knives held low at their sides, and their eyes were steady and unwavering. The kind of composure that came from having already accepted the outcome of what they were about to do. One of them spoke first. “We’re acting on Lady Mira’s request.” The words landed heavier than the knives ever could. “To kill you.” The other added flatly. For a heartbeat, no one moved. Then Michael laughed. It was sharp and disbelieving, edged with something cold that made even the two attackers hesitate. “Mira sent two of you?” He said, tilting his head slightly. “Is this how weak she sees me?” Barry snorted despite the tension. “You sure about this, guys? You’re really gonna go after a dude who literally punched down a whole tree just a few hours ago?” The men didn’t respond. Their silence confirmed everything Michael already knew. He stepped forward slightly and said without lo